I can see the lights down on the highway
Wishin' to hell that they were mine
Count the stars and swallow slowly
Take a breath and close my eyes
I've been thinking about a long ride to nowhere,
I've been longing to get lost in the pine
These traps I've set and catching anything but me
And I need some time...need some time.
Maybe pack an atlas and a raincoat
Leave our telephones behind
You can Trace the blue lines with your fingertip
One down four up and say goodbye
There's a road out there don't care about tomorrow
There's an emptiness round here we're choking on
Scrape and toil and sweat and bleed
While all the things we think we need...
Just keep us occupied